Chapter 15: Five people fled

Everyone was agitated, and the last Qi Yan who entered the room reacted quickly and wanted to close the balcony door, but he just moved under his feet, and the unexpected guests over there suddenly applied force again, and came again to the same position on the glass!
Dong!
Cracks in the glass spread from the part to the whole body.
Everyone in the house took a breath. On Monday, the law slowly drew the knife, Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan's knife was already in hand, Song Fei huffed the fan away!
Third time.
哗啦
The whole piece of glass should shatter.
Several pieces of broken glass of different sizes were inserted in the face of the uninvited guest, but he didn't feel it. Seeing that the obstacle was gone, he immediately rushed in!
The glass was not completely shattered and clean, and there were still some connected around the frame. The man rushed in and slammed into it, causing these pieces to splash around!
A side face from the nearest Qi Yan, broken glass passing dangerously from his cheek, and then turned back, the uninvited guest has come to his eyes!
Qi Yan wanted to use a knife, but the other party had already pressed it up, and he couldn't raise his arm anymore!
It was said that sooner or later, a black whirlwind was slanting from behind, and it was a kick towards the waist of the uninvited guest!
The uninvited guest's slightly thin body seemed to be unbearable for such a moment, and he slammed into the desk beside him. The inertia caused the upper body to crook directly onto the table!
Just when everyone thought he would stagger for at least half a day, but the man took advantage of the upper body that was supposed to be struggling to lose his balance, and the dragonfly rushed across the table, and an incredible 180-degree turn, It stood still again.
The whole process flows smoothly and seamlessly!
"This is a snake spirit ..."
Unbelievable flexibility makes Luo Geng, Qiao Siqi and Zhou Lui all silly.
However, Qi Yan and Song Fei had long expected that a long one-meter-eight long leg kicked fiercely against the other's chest, and a moment when the other stumbled and bluffed forward, the red fan in his left hand blocked the other's face Focus on the other party!
The uninvited guest grasped Song Fei's arm tightly with both hands, like pulling the fan away, and like a conditioned reflex made by the body to maintain balance!
Song Fei didn't give the other party a chance at all, because he didn't even want to keep his balance at all, he just kept going forward!
咣 bang, unexpected guests fell to the ground.
Song Fei, who has become a rider on his body, does not know when there is a silver-white metal chopstick in his right hand.
Cold light flashed!
The left hand fan has been removed half of the side, and the right hand chopsticks are inserted straight into the noodle door! The speed of light with the tacit understanding of the two hands is amazing!
The man was like a frog with his head nailed to the ground, still twitching, and even wanted to stand up several times! Song Fei, who was riding on his stomach, did not give him a chance at all, and the hand holding the chopsticks was not loose for a moment!
Qi Yan, who has come to fill the position, is another knife without saying anything!
At the same time, afterwards, Zhou Lu and Joskey ran to the balcony, incarnate into trackers, and wished to shout their horns and desperately collected the bed sheet rope.
The life-threatening cable was finally completely collected.
The uninvited guest on the ground has also completely become a corpse.
Except for a brief melee with the zombies on the first day of head full of coercion, Luo Geng has never had such an immersive opportunity. Most of them hid under the balcony and peeped at the sights. They were all zombies who siege and drop off students or zombies who ate and jumped off the building. This is a scene of unilateral killing.
Escape is the only thing Luo Geng believes can do in front of the zombies.
Even if he once fought freehand, he just pushed the opponent out of the door.
Now, from the sky ... No, the four students from the bottom up gave him a brand new answer.
It turns out that this monster-like guy can be defeated, as long as the mind is calm and the division of labor is clear—there is no need to face up to the frontal attack.
"You are not my classmates, you are the Avengers ..." If the atmosphere is not suitable, Luo Geng wants to applaud the four people in front of him.
Monday, let ’s group the sheets that save lives and cause trouble, and express their ambitions:
Then I ’m coming to Iron Man.

Luo Geng thumped, and sincerely said: "You must play Captain America if you want to play the guitar and condense your support."
Qiao Siqi came together excitedly: "What about me?"
Every male student has a heroic dream, Luo Geng is not stingy: "What are your specialties?"
Qiao Siqi thought for a while: "Is the rich second generation calculated?"
Director Luo patted him on the shoulder: "Iron Man."
Qi Yan glanced over and said nothing.
How can Director Luo forget him: "Climb up and down, like the ground, Spider-Man!"
Song Fei still riding on the corpse raised his head, his face flashing with hope.
Luo Geng looked at his soft shape, no equipment and no muscles, and hung on the body of others: "... Black Widow?"
Student Song was very unwilling to glare at the achievements under the huge gap, and then reacted, he seemed ... bloody.
Compared to the previous few times, Song Fei was just disgusted this time and didn't vomit. He felt that after a few more times, he should be able to guard the body and nibble the duck's neck.
The balcony sliding door was reimbursed halfway, and the wind blew in from the door frame.
Five classmates covered cotton jackets, covered down jackets, wrapped down jackets, squatting on the ground, hands in two cuffs, delving around the body.
At first glance, it looks like the old men on the winter street watching chess.
"Evolved?" Qiao Siqi only thought of this possibility.
Monday's law is doubtful: "When we collected the sheets, no one else climbed up. Did the zombies evolve on the road, and also learn from the scumbags? And just when Song Fei kicked his foot, how soft and flexible was his body? Have you seen it evolve like this all at once? "
During the speech, Song Fei carefully pulled out the broken glass coefficient on the other side's face, squinted his eyes for a long while, and confirmed that it was correct: "Cui Menghan of the Dance Department of the Academy of Art ..."
Qi Yan: "Uncontrollable Yan Yan."
Three classmates who couldn't figure out the situation looked at each other
Qiao Siqi: "Is the face all ruined so I can recognize it?"
Luo Geng: "You two even know the art school?"
Monday Law: "Not only know, but also labeled humanity ..."
Song Fei and Qi Yan glanced at each other, and quickly turned away from each other.
Finally, Song Fei said it was unclear: "Just ... in a photography group."
Luo Geng and Monday were half-trusted and doubtful, but it was not the point, so I did n’t ask any more.
Qiao Siqi probably understands, he thinks Song Fei is not a lie, rainbow group, it sounds like a group of photographers chasing beautiful photography.
Even though Johns has a clear and exquisite heart, he also made up his mind to the entry stage. As for Cui Menghan's perseverance in trying to dig up Song Fei's inner corner, only the party himself knew it.
But no matter how entangled, the moment when Cui Menghan mutated became a thing of the past.
"He learned dance, and his body is much more flexible and flexible than ours. Would it not be evolution, but individual differences?" Qi Yan made another guess.
Luo Geng instantly understood the spirit: "Do you mean that they all mutate on their own basic conditions after infection?"
Qi Yan nodded: "The virus will degenerate intelligence, the body will be stiff, and the pain will disappear, but this degree of alienation is likely to be the same or a similar percentage. For example, the speed of both mutants degenerate by 30%, but they were running when they were normal There is a difference in speed, so after degradation, this difference still exists. "
Joskey shook his head and still couldn't fully accept it: "There are individual differences, but not so much that one can't even catch a rope, but one can climb up. This difference is too big, I still feel more like evolution. "
"The difference between people is already big." Song Fei tends to endorse Qi Yan. In order to prove it, he stood up straight, stretched his legs, bent over his arms, and finally pointed his fingertips to the ground. "Look, I can only touch this place."
Qiao Siqi stood up suspiciously, and he also learned something. Finally, half of his fingers stuck to the ground.
Luo Geng looked fun, and made it this way, the whole palm was directly attached to the ground: "Oh, I ’m softer than you!"
Monday Law squinted: "You are short legs."
Luo Geng black line: "I can bear you."
Zhou Lu shrugged his shoulders and took the challenge calmly. One bent down, his hands were swiftly downward, and his fingertips went straight to the ground. Eventually ... uh, stopped on his knees.
Mongolian on Monday, unbelief, hard work again, eager to go on!
Gaba.
Qi Yan: "..."
Qiao Siqi: "..."
Luo Geng: "..."
Song Fei: "I seem to hear the sound of a broken leg ..."
Eventually Joskey had to admit that the difference between people is still very huge. But there is no way to prove that the zombie will climb the stairs is a difference, not evolution.
Luo Geng was upset by him, picked up the sheets and ran to the balcony, and actually put the rope down again.
The four people were so scared that his heart jumped out, and he hurried over.
I saw the end of the rope held in Luo Geng's hand, but the end was almost on the ground. With Luo Geng's voice "come", more than twenty zombies came back around, scratching the rope again, but they couldn't hold it!
At first, Luo Geng held the bed motionless, but just held his breath to see if there were any mutants who could climb up. But gradually, his movements changed, and he flicked the sheets one by one, and occasionally greeted the mutant's face deliberately.
Mutants are also infected with emotions, more anxious, and even jumped up individually to grab the sheets.
Song Fei felt that this scene was very familiar, and finally realized: "Are you testing or amusing cats?"
Nimana, which is a bed sheet, is obviously a funny cat!
Luo Geng also reacted. The test was almost done anyway, and the sheets were taken up decisively. But on the face, it was still unexplained, and even sentimental water glowed in his eyes: "I think Snow White, I used to play with it like this at home ..."
Four little friends did n’t want to know the story that Luo Geng and his cat star had to tell.
Monday law: "It is basically possible to determine individual differences, that is to say, we still have a chance of winning."
Qiao Siqi: "One-on-one has a chance to win, we must finish playing the sea tactics."
Song Fei: "So you can't be tough, you must find a way to lead them away, so that we can really run away."
Qi Yan: "Sounding East?"
Luo Geng: "No, wait, you haven't given up!"
Four people looked at Luo Geng, and if they didn't speak, they would definitely look at him.
Luo Geng's momentum gradually weakened.
Song Fei asked him: "If you don't break through, how many days can you eat?"
Luo Geng lowered his head, a bitter tears: "The grain will be cut off at noon ..."
It's not impossible to be trapped in a lonely city, but a lonely city that is full of food and cannot survive.
After some tossing, the sky has gradually darkened. The five men guarded the dormitory, and the cotton and down jackets were no longer enough. They were wrapped in quilts. Individuals with insufficient quilts could only be wrapped together. Discuss the Breakout Plan 2.0.
"It's a way to beat things up," or not. Since it's done, Luo Geng is accustomed to thinking about everything. "We can use our mobile phones, throw away songs in the distance, and wait for all the zombies to pass. But there is a problem. Mutants can not only hear, but also see. Their hearing is attracted and interfered by mobile phones, but their eyes will not. As long as a mutant sees us and blinks, the body tide will surge. "
Qi Yan narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Then choose a weather so that they can't see us."
The remaining four friends looked at each other: "... um."
Overnight freezing.
Quilts were hung on the sliding door to block the wind. The five students sat or lay, or held up the bed rails to do pull-ups, and no one fell asleep.
"Look at me," Luo Geng turned over the cabinet and found a short soldier like a knife but not like a knife. His eyes were shining. "Authentic high imitation type 56 three ribs, military stabs!"
Qiao Siqi raised his hand: "How authentic is Gao Fang ..."
Luo Geng shook his head with the expression "You are too young": "Don't question the seller's craftsmanship, you give him a good review, he gives you a miracle."
Song Fei is pouring boiling water on the fan surface with boiling water, whether it can be sterilized or not, it is a psychological comfort.
Luo Geng watched it for a long time, and wanted to admire it long ago: "Your weapon ... It's quite arrogant."
Qi Yan was concerned about another thing sinking in the bottom of the boiling water basin: "Where did the chopsticks come from?"
Song Fei: "The cafeteria is smooth ..."
Monday law: "Aren't the canteens all wooden chopsticks?"
Song Fei: "Korean-style window on the second floor."
Qi Yan had no idea how to evaluate it. But with a sense of conscience, this thing is quite practical, a poke is accurate, it is better than a knife.
At seven in the morning, the sky was half bright.
Everything is ready, only owe smog.
It seems that God also hopes that they can live in desperation. There is no wind in the early morning of this day, and the sun does not come out slowly. Even if the last day is completely bright, the sun is dark and gloomy.
On the fifth day of the siege of zombies, heavy haze.
"Are you ready?" Qi Yan asked.
Everyone: "Well!"
Qi Yan nodded: "Take out your mobile phones."
In the blink of an eye, five mobile phones gathered on the desktop-Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan ’s Apple, Monday ’s Samsung, Luo Geng ’s Huawei, and Song Fei ’s oppo.
Qiao Siqi: "I think Huawei fell."
Luo Geng: "It's too much prize, I think Apple is great."
Monday law: "The domestic products are actually quite strong ..."
Song Fei: "I have electricity for five minutes, and it will be of great use at critical moments!"
Qi Yan ignored the argument, glanced at it, and picked up Joskey ’s apple without hesitation.
Qiao Siqi felt a pain in his heart and couldn't help protesting: "Why don't you choose them! Besides, you are an apple too. Why don't you throw yourself!"
The other three unsuccessful friends have quickly put their phones back in their pockets, and Qi Yan gave a light glance to johns: "You have a drop-proof soft cover."
The reason is flawless, and Joskey is speechless.
Twenty minutes later, five strong men with backpacks and life-saving knives had climbed down from the balcony on the fourth floor, and four of them landed safely on the main entrance canopy. Below is the ground, if you want to escape, you can run if you jump down. But it's not enough right now. Because another companion is on the balcony of the innermost dormitory on the second floor, stoop down to the maximum, send the mobile phone as close as possible to the ground, click the music to play, and immediately throw the lock screen to the ground!
The fog is heavy, and the visibility is up to two meters. The four people cannot see the situation of Qi Yan at all and can only wait anxiously.
Finally, the loud and rhythmic melody pierced the thick fog like a sword, resounding through the sky
"Sung, Sung, Genghis Khan ~~ Civilized, courageous and intelligent, exceptionally brave ~~ Sung, Sung, Genghis Khan ~~ I do n’t know how many beautiful girls want to marry him ~~ Hahahaha ~~ want to be his bride ~~ roar roar roar ~~ "
The music sounded not more than two sentences, and countless figures flashed in the gray, and without exception all rushed to the end of the dormitory building!
The tiger buds of the four little friends on the rain shed were shocked. Nima said this, let alone the zombies, they couldn't stop even listening.
Quickly, Qi Yan hurried back to the canopy to meet everyone.
Smog blocked the sight of the zombies, but they also blocked Song Fei's sight. The gray clouds in front of him were quiet, no one knew whether it was really empty, or there were still mutants hidden in it.
"Is it rushing?" Song Fei almost didn't use his throat, all with breath.
I've got it on this one, I have to rush if I don't.
Qi Yan just wanted to nod, but saw that there was a faceless mutant swaying under the rain shed sometime!
Many mutants are physically impaired, and faceless is the most striking one, because zombies first chew their faces, some people die directly, and some alienate in the process of being eaten, and eventually become faceless zombies.
Others saw it, and the hopeful mood was instantly overshadowed.
Has no time to think about why he was not attracted by his voice. What is more important now is how to deal with it. It is not difficult to deal with a zombie, but it is inevitable to attract the attention of other zombies in the fight, this is fatal!
Qiao Siqi pointed forward, and spoke with breath as far as possible: "He has no eyes, can't see, we bypass ..."
Qi Yan's lips curled into a straight line, which is best to bypass, but they are very close to this faceless zombie. Even if the other party can't see them, they can keep silent, but don't forget ...
"They can still smell." Song Fei said the most fundamental problem.
They have dealt with people who have no face mutation before, and they can't see them as an obstacle!
The music at that end may stop at any time due to an accident, and there is no time to delay them. Do we have to bump into the hard and repeat the previous failure?
At a loss, Luo Geng suddenly became confident: "He can't smell ours."
Four people looked at him in unison.
Luo Geng has turned out an artifact from his backpack-half-bottle spray sixgod.